Band Imagines/One-Shots

Just Pretend We're Not Home // Danger Days Mikey Way

You smiled at the man in front of you, and reached over, taking his hand in yours.

"You're too cute, Mikey." Mikey's cheeks flushed pink, making you giggle. "What? It's true!" You picked up the baby picture of him, waving it around. "Just look at youuu!" You teased.

Mikey continued to turn red.

"(Y/N), knock it off!" He spoke, pretending to be angry. You stuck out your tongue, and he immediately got up, running after you. You weren't prepared for it, so you started to fall, but Mikey grabbed you, and spun, making you fall him, and him fall on the couch.

You were accidentally straddling him, and you both blushed, before bursting out into laughter.

"I love you, Mikes." You whispered. He smiled back at you, showing his cute fanged smile, and moved a strand of hair out of your face.

"I love you too, (y/n)." You smiled more and leaned down, softly kissing Mikey. Mikey gently cupped your face with his hand, and started to tangle his fingers in your hair, when your doorbell rang, making you both groan.

"Dammit." You said under your breath.

"Just pretend we're not home.." Mikey spoke softly and leaned up, kissing you again. You smiled in the kiss, liking the sound of it, but the door was knocked on this time.

You huffed, pulling away from Mikey, and pecking his cheek, standing up.

"Sorry Mikes." You frowned a little, but walking to the door, making sure your hair wasn't messed up or your shirt wasn't riding up a tiny bit.

You finally opened the door, and saw someone standing there you didn't expect to see.

"Destery?" The man smiled at you.

"(Y/N)!" He opened his arms. You smiled and walked into his arms, hugging him.

"Its been such a long time! How are you? Come in, please!" Destery smiled and stepped in, letting you shut the door.

"I've been good, how about you?" He asked, facing you. You grinned wide.

"Absolutely perfect." Mikey then walked over to you confused, but when he saw you and Destery, he took your hand in his. You flashed him a quick smile, and looked back at Destery. "Des, this is my fiancé, Mikey." You said with a smile.

You loved the way fiancé rolled off your tongue. But you knew husband would be better.

"Ah, hello! Congratulations!" Destery smiled wide at Mikey, shaking his hand. Mikey nodded politely with a smile, his fingers slightly squeezing your hand.

You ignored it, motioning towards the living room.

"Please, come sit." Destery nodded, and you all walked in the living room. You sat next to Mikey on the couch, your hand on his knee and stroking it with your thumb lightly. "So, what are you doing here?" You asked, looking at Destery.

He smiled softly, sitting forward.

"I just wanted to come see you. We haven't talked in a long time, and I was in town, so I thought, what the hell."

"Oh, awesome!" You looked at Mikey, whose smile disappeared, and was replaced with a pokerface stare. "Destery and I went to middle school with each other and we were best friends before I met you guys."

Mikey nodded, acknowledging this. You didn't mind he didn't say anything. He wasn't much of a talker anyway.

"Oh (y/n), remember that time we accidentally made the bathroom overflow?" He smirked, a laugh escaping his lips. You laughed as well, taking your hand away gently.

"That was all you, you took me down with you!" Destery laughed, rubbing the back of his head.

"But you didn't deny it!" You both laughed at your middle school days. You felt a slight tension in the room, and looked over to see Mikey looking down at his lap, quiet as ever.

"Uhh, so, when's your wedding?" Destery asked, interrupting the silence. You looked at Mikey, hoping he would answer, but was only met with silence. You looked back at Destery instead.

"Uhh, we're thinking in the fall, sometime around September or October." Destery nodded.

"That would be nice. Well, I'm really happy for you two." You nodded.

"Thank you!" You stood up, about to walk in the kitchen. "Why don't I make some tea?" You walked into the kitchen and filled the kettle with water, putting it on the stove.

When you turned around, Destery stood behind you, and you jumped, before laughing.

"Sorry." Destery grinned. You shook your head, chuckling. After a minute, he spoke. "Listen.." Destery started. "I really am happy for you and your fiancé. You got your life together again, unlike me." You shook your head.

"Don't say that, Des. You'll be okay. Things aren't the same as they used to be." Destery smiled, gently taking your hand in his and running his thumb over it.

"I guess not.." You stared at him, uncertain, until the kettle started whistling. You turned around, turning off the stove and grabbing potholders to pick up the hot kettle. You brought it over to the counter, and started to pour it into the cups you got.

"Destery, I get that things are different now, but one thing hasn't changed.." You looked up at him for a moment.

Big mistake.

You totally fucked up, and moved your hand, nit realizing you were still pouring hot water.

You gasped, nearly dropping the kettle, as you burned your fingers. You put the kettle down, gripping your fingers in pain.

"Here, here." Destery quickly took your hand, and put it under running water. You whimpered a little, squeezing your eyes shut. "Its okay." He moved a strand of your hair back behind your ear.

"Babe, are you alright?" Destery removed his hand, and you both looked back at Mikey who now stood in the doorway while you had pain written across your face.

"Y-Yeah, I burned my fucking hand." You spit out. Mikey stepped forward, and kissed your cheek.

"Let me see." He mumbled.

"I've got it under running water. I can-"

"No." Mikey spoke suddenly, glaring at Destery. He stopped, and gulped.

"Mikes.." You mumbled, looking at him. Destery nodded.

"Uh..right. Well, I better go, (y/n). Ive got a plane to catch." He gave a nervous smile. "It was nice talking to you again." He added, before turning around.

"Bye Destery.." You mumbled. Mikey got in front of you, and examined your fingers. You searched his face for any hint of anything, but you couldn't take it anymore.

"What's wrong with you?" You asked, looking at him. He looked at you taken back.

"What?" You shook your head.

"You were being fun, and then Destery got here and you got all quiet. What's wrong?" Mikey looked away.

"Nothing."

"Liar." You spoke, and turned his face to look at you with your free hand. Then it hit you. Your eyes widened a little bit. "You were jealous." Mikey's eyes widened, and he quickly denied it.

"N-No!" Too quickly. You laughed a little.

"Babe, there's nothing to be jealous of. You're my fiancé. I'm not just gonna throw that away." Mikey relaxed a little, looking down. You lifted his chin, and softly placed a kiss on his lips.

"I love you, Mikey Way."

"I love you too." He spoke softly.